Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
DNA,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.